A poem which is not green from my country

I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. A poem about South Africa Feb 8, cashkows.

Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins, Strong love of grey-blue distance Brown streams and soft dim skies I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise.

We know many expatriates miss their home country, and that one cannot always express the longing one might have when thinking about the memories you might have about South Africa. Her pitiless blue sky, When, sick at heart, around us We see the cattle die But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady soaking rain.

An opal-hearted country, All you who have not loved her, You will not understand - Though earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly.

I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror - The wide brown land for me! The love and longing for my home shores are deep, enough to make fellow expats weep. Do you have a poem you would like us to share?

Core of my heart, my country! I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains.

Land of the Rainbow Gold, For flood and fire and famine, She pays us back threefold - Over the thirsty paddocks, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze.

Her pitiless blue sky, When sick at heart, around us, We see the cattle die - But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady, soaking rain. My Country - Poem by Dorothea Mackeller Autoplay next video The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins.

An opal-hearted country, All you who have not loved her, You will not understand though Earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly.

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Is it because I am so far away, or is it because my heart is a stray? The stark white ring-barked forests, All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon, Green tangle of the brushes Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops, And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country! Land of the rainbow gold, For flood and fire and famine She pays us back threefold. This is a poem about South Africa from a person abroad. Green tangle of the brushes, Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops And ferns the warm dark soil.

South African — Always have been, always will be To South Africa my heart belong, but why does saying this sometimes feel so wrong? The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes.

Send us an emailand share your views and feelings with other expats. So, imagine what you would say, if you too were so far away, from your friends, family and your home, because missing south Africa is like an incurable syndrome. Over the thirsty paddocks, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze A stark white ring-barked forest All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon.

Nothing can ever compare or even come close, to smelling the fresh air and all the aloes. Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know, but cannot share it, My love is otherwise.

With 11 official languages and a list international achievements, there are a lot of things we South Africans should be proud of. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror The wide brown land for me!This is a poem about South Africa from a person abroad.

South African – Always have been, always will be. Is it because I am so far away, or is it because my heart is a stray? My blood is not red, but green and gold, when my country’s anthem plays, my voice aloud is one to behold.

My roots are my pride, between two home’s my love has. My Country - The Analysis. No description by - Perhaps this is why the poem My Country is one of the most well known Australian poems to date.

My Country by Dorothea Mackellar - The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes. Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins, Strong love of grey-blue distance.

My Country - Poem by Dorothea Mackeller

I learned this poem some 48 years ago, and it still brings mint-body.com is not about love of nation - but love of country, there is a difference. When I was a child, I yearned to be English and this poem is one of the things that taught me otherwise.

My Country by Dorothea mint-body.com love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong love of greyblue distance Brown. Page/5(39). Dec 09,  · The love of field and coppice, Of green and sh Skip navigation Sign in. Search. Core of my heart, my country!

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